Early before Scrooge woke up, she began to get dressed and head down to Dawson where she would find the doctor in the town.
Personally, she liked to take care of herself. Whenever it's a cold, she just made some tea. If she had a huge cut, she'd stitch it back up.
She looked around and saw the place where the doctor usually worked.
Goldie came up to the door and gave a small knock. No one came to answer the door. She tried again. No answer.
At this point, she had enough. She banged on the door. People watched from afar and glared. She really didn't care. She just needed the doctor.
"Woah woah woah! Easy there miss!" said a duck around the same age as Goldie but maybe a year or two older. She had curly strawberry hair that hung barely on her shoulders and pale blue, comforting eyes. She wore a doctor's lab coat and a brown smock underneath.
"Oh yeah. Er sorry." she said as she rubbed her shoulder. "So you're the doctor?"
The duck gave a small smile. "A nurse but I can help you if that's what you need."
Goldie nodded. The nurse opened the door and they both entered in. The room was small and quaint with a small candle on a table and another door where the office is.
"Since your our first one, I can give you a small examination and send you on your way." the nurse said, guiding Goldie to the examination room.
"Please do." Goldie said.
They skipped the small waiting room and headed towards the examination room. It was a lot larger than the waiting room. Cots were in order with small tables next to them. Some bedsheets were crumpled and unmade and one even had a strong scent of blood.
Goldie was used to seeing blood. Either on her adventures or whenever Scrooge got hurt, which was a lot. This time, it made her nauseous and she felt like she was about to throw up her dinner.
"Are you okay miss?" the nurse asked.
"Where's somewhere I can puke?" she said.
"Oh you poor miss! Here take this water and saltine and sit down. It'll soothe your stomach."
Goldie obliged and sat down on a freshly made cot. She nibbled at the saltine and ignored the water.
The nurse took a stood from another table and put it next to Goldie. She sat next to her, pulling out all her medical equipment.
"So what seems to be wrong? Fever? Loss of blood? Prem..."
"I think I'm pregnant." she blurted out.
The nurse paused for a nanosecond.
"Are you sure? You might be getting symptoms for another cycle.'' she said.
"I didn't get my cycle when I started vomiting. My partner also pointed out cravings and mood swings that I denied." Goldie said.
The nurse nodded patiently. "Well if your last cycle was last month and you didn't get it and you're vomiting, having mood swings, and cravings, then you're pregnant."
Goldie nodded silently. The nurse gave her a packet of saltines and a paper, written on what information was needed for the ducklings birth certificate, and of course, a paper confirming she was pregnant.
As she left, she didn't even know how to react. Should she be happy? Should she be sad? Should she be mad at herself for not thinking about protecting herself and now she was going to drag Scrooge along with it because it was his child too?
She sat down on the steps, frustrated on what was happening. She is young to be a mother! She's not very good with kids much. She doesn't know a single thing about being a parent heck let alone that on top of everything, She and Scrooge aren't even married.
She took the paper that confirmed that she was pregnant. She began to delicately fold it and into her pants pocket, along with the information. She took a bite out of a saltine and walked towards White Agony.
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Scrooge looked outside into the rising sun. He woke up as Goldie left and was waiting for her to get back so they can get ready for mining.
"Where is that lassie? Ah swear she has been gone fer an hour now." he muttered.
At last, he saw a small shape of a familiar duck coming near the claim.
Goldie trudged up the steps, fiddling with her fingers. She knew if she didn't tell him, he'd be furious and worse if the child wasn't his but she had only been with Scrooge.
But then she wondered how he would react. Would it be mixed? Would he leave or stay? What if he could hurt her.
He's Scrooge McDuck. He can handle a little kid can he?
"Goldie? O'Gilt answer me!" Scrooge said as he was next to Goldie. She gave a small squeak as she controlled herself.
"Oh I'm fine." she said. "I just went to town."
Scrooge eyed her. "If ya went ta town, ya would have bought something. Ae don't see anything."
"Can we please talk about it inside? To be safe?" she pleaded.
"Safe about wot? Yer acting strange again Goldie Girl." he said, suspicious.
Goldie's face was burning hot as she started to sweat. She felt dizzy as her mind swirled of many possibilities of how can she say the words I'm pregnant.
She collapsed to the ground, knowing this wasn't her but did she have anything else better to do? No of course not.
"Goldie!" he said as he caught his partner before she could collapse completely.
"I'm fine I'm fine!" she repeated.
"Let's get ya back before anything else happens." he said as he helped her up the rest of the way up the creek and hill.
"I can walk myself you know?" she said as she released from his grip.
"Well ya just collapsed and ye have dizziness so ya need help." he said as they entered inside the claim.
"I'm Goldie O'Gilt I can handle this myself." she said.
"Of course here we go again for the hundredth time!" Scrooge said as he sat down on a table. "Ye can't obviously do everything yerself."
"Oh said the man who wears spats to cover up his scars and who always gets hurt and denies it?" she quipped.
"That's different!" he said. "Ye don't know everything!"
"Oh yeah? You don't know what you did me you mangy flea bitten no good varmint sourdough!" she growled.
He laughed. "What did Ah do..." he was taken off guard when she gave an abrupt kiss. She needed him to be quiet.
She didn't know how to react to the news herself again. Should she wait until they both calmed down or say it now to release tension.
"I'm pregnant..." she managed.
Anger sizzled out of his head as he tried to process all of this. How did this happen? Of course he knew how it did but... He remembered.
The Paris Catacombs. A night that they went to Paris, France to find graves which turned to be a night stay for themselves. Goldie led him into a room that they didn't come out for a long time.
"I'm not lying Scrooge," she said. She began to take her confirmation paper and showed it to him. "I am pregnant and it's your kid too."
Scrooge took the paper, which was all folded and crumpled in some places. He looked back at Goldie and mentally face palmed himself. Why hadn't he noticed the symptoms of morning sickness? Duh!
He let those thoughts go and a wide grin erupted on his face. Without warning, he lifted Goldie up into a large twirl.
"Scrooge!" she yelled as she laughed. Pots and pans went all over the place. Finally they came to their bedroom and sat on Scrooge's bed.
He pressed his forehead to hers. Their hands intertwined as they enjoyed the soft moment between them.
He placed a hand on her still flat but beginning to round stomach. "Are ye actually sure it's mine?"
She chuckled. "One, we don't joke about that and two, yes it is."
He chuckled as well but it fainted "Ae don't think Ah'll be good enough for the wee one."
Goldie gave him a light punch on the back.
"Oww." he said rubbed his shoulders.
"You're Scrooge McDuck! You'll do fine!" she laughed. "I mean this is going to be a challenge for the both of us!"
He laughed. "Ah already know she's going ta be like her mother."
"She?" she quirked an eyebrow.
"Ah always felt better with younger girls." he admitted.
She gave a small kiss on his whiskers. "You're gonna be fine. Relax."
She nuzzled into his shoulder as she gave him a lazy smile. Her eyes closed as she gave a small sigh and dazed off to sleep.
Scrooge smiled as he saw his partner and the small bump that was growing. He leaned and gave the small bump a kiss. Goldie smiled as she put his hand over her stomach and put hers over as well.
He gave Goldie a kiss on her forehead and they both drifted into sleep.